OPE-TIDE

Could that ever happen to me?
Perhaps it’s not my turn –
So maybe patience is my vow –
My troth, obscurity.

Dear Heavenly Father, is this
My quest? To wait for promises?
Or will I cross the threshold step
Thoughts healed, fears quelled, as his?

Yes, maidenly daughter, the time
Will come when covenants replace
The longings of a learning heart –
You’ll enter sacred space.

(11 September 2009, Provo, Utah)